He's a man so full of style and grace Any woman beeee impressed Takes a smile and paints it on your face Makes you feel like you've been blessed Promises things so special Seems to come right from a song Soon as you begin to feel secure Turn around and he is gone
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags,gotta go He's a Samsonite Man
Maybe he is just a rollin stone Wandering from here to there Searching for a place to call his home Wonder if he even cares So many years of heartache and pain That's all you seem to know him for Is it you are is it him to blame? Whenever he walks out your door
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags,gotta go He's a Samsonite Man
Player always running to,away from me If the wind blows you in my direction You'd come through with a rondevous Forget about your good attentions Leave me lonely and confused Mister Samsonite pack a bag That is my suggestion From here on out you will be leaving My Discration (sp)
Say I know the game baby And it will never be the same (no no no no no) cause now i got him
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags,gotta go Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags,gotta go (I can't take it no more) Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go (What do i love him for) Packing his bags,gotta go Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go Packing his bags,gotta go He's a Samsonite Man
Why don't you just go You can't hurt me no more baby You can't touch me You can't hurt me no more baby Gotta go, Gotta go
(talkin) Pack your bag, Pack it up Got to go, Hit the road Jack You ain't gotta go home, but you can get the hell outta hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
